Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1887-07-14

And he seated himself accordingly
while the young man glared at him.
The one on the other side looked
amused; and then, rising, said: ''You
had better exchange seats with me. sir.
and then the young lady and yourself
will be together
Thank you," was the farmers re-
ply, and the exchange was quietly eff
fected.
The two young men were evidently
acquainted, for the courteous one said
to the other, in a low voice: "Jim
Poulder, you made mistake there. :"
al never make mistakes, Frank Boil
ing" replied the other. Il dare say
you'll make your fortune some of these
days by being polite to the granger
population; but my fortune is alre&dy
made"
The first speaker said nothing more,
but, drawing {. newspaper from his
pocket, opened and ran his eye over its
columns.
Poulder yawned a little, and at last
said: This is too dull for yours faith
fully, James Poulder. I'll go into the
smoking-car and take Whit Have a
snifter?' he inquired, producing a
pocket flask.
mo. thank you." replied Boiling.
THAT stuff is rather too fiery for me-"
Here goes alone then. That's as
fine brandy as every crossed the ocean.
Day-day! Keep an eye to my traps.
will you? and don't give up my seat to
every country yokel who asks it,
The elegant young gentleman shook
himself, and made his way forward to
the car especially provided for fumiga-
| ton.
When he had gone the old man
leaned over the arm of his seat and ad-
dressed Boiling.
| Excuse me, sir, but didn't your
friend who has left say that his name
was James Poulder?'
THAT is his name, sir" replied the
young man, "but he is not exactly a
friend of mine, though we live in the
same place, and 1 know him very
WELL.
''May inquire where he is from?"
Eyes, sir; Careysburg."
''Son of Peter b. Poulder, the great
pork packer there, isn't he?'
eyes, sir"
.'His father should deal with him. 1t
would be quite in his line"
"Oh, papa!" said sweet, reproach-
full voice, as those near by who heard
the colloquy Uttered.
at is fact, Lucy" rejoined the
| farmer.
The old man who was evidently in
telligent, entered into general con-
versation with the younger, and soon
showed that he was quite well-in-
formed. Boiling was glad of the con-
ference so entertaining, especially
when, as his eyes were bent in that
direction, he saw that the young lady
was interested, and he hoped, a pleased
| listener. There was something very
sweet in the expression of her counte-
! nance-an unmistakable impress of
modesty and innocence on her feat
ures. They chatted away, and the
elder, 50 dexterously that the younger
never perceived it, drew out of the
other his position, prospects and inten-
| tions. Boiling was frank by nature,
and the questions of his interlocutor,
who was us ingenious as the other was
ingenious, were craftily put. The
sharp granger soon learned that Frank
Boiling had been engaged for some
time in the study of the law; but that
his father having met with reverses,
and having two young daughters to
educate. the young man deterynin ed to
make his burden less, and had set out
to support himself. abandoning his
law studies, and taking situation as
salesman in country store in Griffton,
thriving town about five miles from
the main line.
II get but beggarly pay, of course"
said Frank, gayly. Il am only raw
hand; but l have promise that,
when am better qualified, my wages
will be increased"
You are rather singular person. :"
said the farmer, bluffiy. Most young
men would have talked of their sal
ary."
81 rather prefer the old style of Eng
lish.' said Boiling. II am to be a
hireling; and the compensation of a
hireling is called wages. But wages
or salary-the terms are Indifferent to
me-"
my place is within n mile of Griff-
ton," said the old man. II have a
notion that 1 knew your father once.
Wasn't he at Harvard. in his timer"
Yes, sir, and so WAS 1. We are
alumni of the same school,"
II wonder if he remembers his old
chum -there-one George Carter
George st. Leger Carter, they have it
on the rolls"
Yes. sir; I've heard him speak of
him often, though the two have drifted
apart since then. Judge Carter. you
mean. He lives at Griffton. Do you
know him?''